Ye Zi ignored the seventeen people who appeared with Steve. Although they looked like they could launch an attack at any moment, Ye Zi didn't even look at them.
He smiled at Steve:
"You're very strong; you can actually wield my weapon."
Steve raised an eyebrow, then said:
"It seems you're not entirely alone after all, since you actually know I used your weapon."
Steve assumed that someone present at the time had secretly allied with the Gates of Hell, trying to profit from both sides, which is why he said that.
Ye Zi sneered:
"If we're talking about allies, maybe only the five from Baba Sheep, but they can't help much, since the difference in numbers is too great. Right now, they're enjoying the game while they're piling up supplies; participation is what matters."
"As for them, to be honest, I don't think much of them." Ye Zi said, glancing at the people around Steve.
"hehe."
Steve chuckled dryly. His words had indeed offended his allies a bit, but he didn't take it to heart. Who to ally with was not something those present could decide, and he had to keep his dissatisfaction to himself.
Seeing that Ye Zi showed no intention of making a move, Steve slung his shield over his shoulder, walked to the fire, sat down, and said:
"I'm surprised you came to participate in the competition. Wouldn't it be better to be a star? Why are you risking your life here?"
Ye Zi originally thought that Steve would at least test the waters if he brought so many people, but she didn't expect it to be like this.
He let go of his left hand, plopped down opposite Steve, and took off his helmet, saying:
"It's to make a living, I'm short of money. Coming here to compete is a quick way to make money, I can easily earn tens of millions just by participating in the competition."
"Then come live with us. You don't have to do anything. We'll give you a sum of money every year, and other expenses will be taken care of."
"Learning English is too much trouble."
Steve was stunned by Ye Zi's reason for refusing. Just because she didn't want to learn English? Then he realized that Ye Zi would never betray her country.
"This competition has been organized so many times, and your appearance makes me feel completely uncertain about the competition."
Ye Zi chuckled and said:
"If you guys don't team up maliciously, you'll never be able to win, and the grass on your graves will have changed several times over."
"There's nothing we can do about it. You pose too great a threat. We can always find like-minded partners."
Ye Zi scoffed at Steve's words and held up five fingers, waving them.
"What do you mean?" Steve thought for a moment but didn't understand what Ye Zi meant, so he asked.
"Five thousand years, we have inherited it for five thousand years. Of the four ancient civilizations, only we are still inheriting it. If we wanted to mess with you, we would have done it long ago."
Otherwise, English would just be a dialect, acres, pounds, ounces would be history, and even the Great Wall would have to have a touch of European style.
Steve raised an eyebrow and said:
"You're overconfident."
Ye Zi looked Steve up and down, then smiled:
"You're white, so your ancestors must have been white too."
"That's right, my ancestors were nobles."
"That's a bit of nonsense. I'm half Mongolian, and when my ancestors were conquering the west, massacring entire cities was commonplace."
This "massacre" refers to the slaughter of all the nobles in the city, leaving none alive.
If your ancestors were nobles, you would never have existed.
Therefore, your ancestors were either commoners or illegitimate children.
Ye Zi's words made Steve's lips twitch and his eyes twitch. He remained silent for a while before continuing:
That's why we have so many like-minded partners.
Ye Zi remained noncommittal, then held up five fingers and shook them again.
"F*K, what do you mean this time?"
Ye Zi smiled and said:
"Let's not talk about the fact that my ancestor killed your ancestor, since it's been too long ago."
What I'm trying to say is, since you know who I am, you should know what I'm capable of.
Five hundred meters—that's within my listening range. If I didn't want to avoid learning English, I could hear everything you were saying.
"So what?" Steve said through gritted teeth.
That's just how white people are; they always bring up their lineage, and having a famous person or noble in their family tree is something to brag about.
But once exposed, they become furious, and even a seasoned elite like Steve cannot escape this.
"What I mean is that ambushes won't work on me. Your archers can't possibly harm me from 500 meters away."
With the thirty-eight people you've gathered, you might have a chance of winning in a head-on confrontation.
When Steve heard Ye Zi say there were thirty-eight people, he was startled, because he did indeed have thirty-eight people with him until now.
These fifty-eight people include not only the seventeen people currently surrounding Ye Zi, but also the twenty people who are there to provide backup, making a total of thirty-eight people including him.
These people were indeed within 500 meters of the campfire. Because it was a sneak attack and assassination, and he wanted to meet up with his allies, he only brought three people with him, leaving the others on the perimeter.
I didn't expect Ye Zi to know so much.
"So what? I'm calling people over to start the final round early?"
Ye Zi shrugged and said:
"It doesn't matter, it's up to you. You can start the final round now, I'll give you time to gather manpower."
Or you can continue searching for like-minded companions and clear out the remaining enemies while you're at it. I'll be waiting for you at the supply depot.
"Aren't you afraid I'll leave all the henchmen behind and use them to wear you down later?"
"Whatever, come on if you're not afraid to die. We're in the final rounds now, I definitely won't give you the chance to surrender unless the price is so high that it tempts me."
However, not every faction can afford such a price.
Whether you have it or not is one thing, whether you're willing to give it up is another, and whether it's worth it is yet another.
After all, everyone comes here for the money.
Steve remained silent.
After learning about Ye Zi's identity, he also checked Ye Zi's information. Although he felt that there was some exaggeration, the current situation was indeed as Ye Zi had described.
Arrows are useless, assassination is useless, the only remaining option is to confront them head-on.
On the contrary, Ye Zi has a bow and arrows and stones, which allow her to attack from a distance and launch surprise attacks and assassinations.
In contrast, the hardness of the leaves is a weakness.
However, Ye Zi's direct combat strength should not be underestimated. The previous arena competition is an example. Although the participants were not the elites of each faction, they were all reserve players, and their combat strength was not much worse than that of the official players.
But this group of people was unilaterally slaughtered by Ye Zi after they entered the arena.
Looking at Steve, who was deep in thought, Ye Zi smiled and asked:
"So what's your choice? Start the final round now, or will I wait for you at the loot pile?"
Steve glared at Ye Zi fiercely, then got up and left.
Ye Zi grinned and called out to Steve's retreating figure:
"By the way, try to keep some Black people as companions. Asians used to be our subordinates, and white people have all knelt down under the butcher's knife of my ancestors."
Only with Black people, where my ancestors hadn't ventured much, was there little of a sense of bloodline oppression or deep-seated fear.
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